beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I see things so differently now. Beauty is all around me. I choose to see it. Yes, there is suffering, disappointments, frustrations, anxiety......but there is also beauty. And joy. Thank you God for making me aware of it every day.

Buddies playing baseball together.

These are my favorite shoes he has. I think I take a picture of his feet once a day.

Evelyn wants to be cool too. Silly bands are the in thing you know.

I think she may have a little of Thomas' feet in her. Look at that big toe.

Making rice krispies for an afternoon snack.

Edible crayons. Very cool.


bike riding in pajamas

It was another beautiful early morning. I sat on our porch soaking up the rising sun that was brightly shining, the sound of the sprinklers whirring as they watered the lawn, and watching my children ride their bikes around in their pajamas.

There is magic in summer mornings. So different from the mornings during the school year where from the moment we wake, were going and going until we have to leave for school. So many tasks need to be done before leaving the house. There is another blog that I read and she posted pictures of their mornings. So cute. I agree with her completely. The mornings when we have nothing to do or to get ready for are my favorite. I cherish them. I cherish the coffee sipping and book reading. I cherish the morning breath, rustled hair, and sleep in the eyes of my children. I've tried to teach my children to before getting out of bed, when they open their eyes, to say, "good morning Jesus, thank you for this day." I want my first waking moment to be of Him and to instantly be grateful that I am here for another day. Morning is definitely my favorite time of the day. With a clean slate before us, I know that we can do anything. I can start over when I've had a bad day before.

Annie has taken it upon herself to get Evelyn out of her crib in the morning, change her diaper, get her dressed and fix her hair. Bonus for me! One less person to get ready for the day!! I love that she does this. I peeked in on her once when she was fixing Evelyn's hair and just about lost it. She had Evelyn plopped on the step stool sitting still as could be while Annie put her hair in pig tails.



It' pretty simple to please George. Just give him something that is either:

from the movie CARS
anything Green Bay Packers
or a baseball.

If you do, you will get lots of "oh, thank you" in the most darling voice that I personally have ever heard. EVER.

That's my George. Today he turned three years old. But if you ask him, he'll tell you that he's one. Not sure why he's stuck on one, but oh well! He's my third child. The child that I hoped and prayed for the most. After trying for over a year to have another child and not conceiving, I thought for sure that I would never have another baby. But oh, how I longed for another one. And then, the fiftieth pregnancy test I took showed me by it's two pink lines, that we would indeed be blessed with another one! I remember being so completely happy and grateful that I would get the chance to do it all again. And then, God gave me him. He's the only one who we didn't know before they were born who they would be. We wanted to be surprised this time. When the doctor handed him to me, I was so......happy. A boy! He looked just like Thomas when he was born. From the moment he began life on earth he has been the most content, enjoyable little person ever. He slept through the night at 2 months old. I could lay him down awake, and he would put himself to sleep. He would just lie in his crib cooing and talking to himself until I came in and got him. He has always been an easy child. (well, mostly!)

Today we got to celebrate his life. We have a tradition in our home of waking the birthday person up with breakfast in bed, usually a doughnut with a candle in it. They get to open a few gifts in bed...it's a fun way to begin their special day. When we came into his room, he was still asleep. We began with "happy birthday to you...." but were cut short when he sits up and says, "STOP. It's not my birthday. Don't sing that." Not exactly how I pictured it going. Once we convinced him that it was indeed his birthday and that he was going to get to open presents, well, then he was happy. Whew.

We started celebrating last night by going to the SaltDogs baseball game.

dangling feet....

He was so darling there. He really watched the game. We got sticky, sweaty, and dirty. He had a great time.

And then the cars.....oh how George loves cars. Everything is cars. His little life of three years, revolves around cars. He lines them up constantly. I find lines of them throughout the house all day long. In his bed, on the carpet, on the fireplace, the kitchen counter, the table, on the couch. It's too cute!

I love you George. I hope you had a wonderful day playing with all your cars. You bring joy to my life. Thank you for your darling voice and being my third child.



We call you cheekareesta.
Sometimes just cheeky.
The best is hearing your brother George's voice say it.
I don't know how that name began for you, but it fits.
I love you cheekareesta.


the nicest and sweetest days

I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string -Lucy Maud Montgomery

Thank you Janel for the beautiful apron you gave to me. What's even sweeter was getting a homemade gift for no reason at all. You are a dear friend.

Perhaps, if one is lucky, the days ahead will unfold as a never-to-be-forgotten summer - one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going- one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in the world.- Lucy Maud Montgomery

My thoughts exactly.